| The sanest days are mad
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| Why don’t you find out for yourself?
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| Then you’ll see the price
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| Very closely
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| Some men here,
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| They have a special interest in your career
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| They wanna help you to grow
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| And then siphon all your dough
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| Why don’t you find out for yourself?
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| Then you’ll see the glass hidden in the grass
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| You’ll never believe me so
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| Why don’t you find out for yourself?
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| Sick down to my heart
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| Well that’s just the way it goes
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| Some men here,
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| They know the full extent of your distress
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| They kneel and pray
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| And they say:
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| «Long may it last»
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| Why don’t you find out for yourself?
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| Then you’ll see the glass hidden in the grass
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| Backseats come and go
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| For which you must allow
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| Sick down to my heart
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| That’s just the way it goes
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| Don’t rake up my mistakes
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| I know exactly what they are
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| And what do you do?
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| Well, you just sit there
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| I’ve been stabbed in the back
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| So many, many times
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| I don’t have any skin
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| But that’s just the way it goes |